Post by emokid on Sept 1, 2008 18:00:17 GMT -6
(Emo Kid, with a destructive look on his face, and Hannah, with a worried look on hers, stand in a trashed room. Emo Kid wears his usual Emo garb (tight jeans, black converses, and a "Scary Kids Scaring Kids" T-Shirt.) Hannah wears a low cut dress, and black stilettoes. The room is trashed, and various things lie on the floor)
EMO KID: Andrew Smith, you did this. You did this!!! You may not have been here physically to do this, but the pain and the suffering was there when this happened. You want to prove something to me. At Guys Night Out, it will be you, me, Andy Lionheart, and Dreadlock in a fans, and wrestlers bring the weapons match. That's something that suits me, and suits me just fine. Andrew Smith I can't wait to put you through all types of torture. You've embarrassed me for the last time. Last Onslaught was supposed to be a day of Celebration. It was supposed to be a day of festivity. That never came, because you cost me the one thing I want the most, The SNW Texas Heavyweight Championship. That was supposed to be MY BELT. You took that away from me. I blame you for that. I blame you for everything. Now I have my sights set for one man, and one man only. Andrew, I am going to kill you. Not beat you, or have a competition with you, I am going to kill you. You destroyed my very fiber, and I am going to destroy your soul.
(Shot switches angles. This angles show a huge hole in the wall, and a broken mirror)
What about the other two guys in the match. Andy Lionheart, who, even if he can't quite get the memo that he sucks as a wrestler, and he sucks as a human being, can't win a match despite useless advice from Silvus. How about Dreadlock? He's nothing but an Emo Kid wannabe. He wishes he were as psycho, and nutzo as I am. That's all I really have to say about that.
(Shot switches back to the original angle)
Andy Lionheart, and Dreadlock can do all they want, but Andrew Smith is mine. I will destroy him and his very fabric of life. Andrew, I'm going to make goddamn sure that you don't get up. I'm going to make sure that life leaves your body/ At Guys Night Out, Emo Kid Will Reign Supreme.
(Emo Kid, with the same destuctive look, scowls and seethes, as cameras fade to black)
EMO KID: Andrew Smith, you did this. You did this!!! You may not have been here physically to do this, but the pain and the suffering was there when this happened. You want to prove something to me. At Guys Night Out, it will be you, me, Andy Lionheart, and Dreadlock in a fans, and wrestlers bring the weapons match. That's something that suits me, and suits me just fine. Andrew Smith I can't wait to put you through all types of torture. You've embarrassed me for the last time. Last Onslaught was supposed to be a day of Celebration. It was supposed to be a day of festivity. That never came, because you cost me the one thing I want the most, The SNW Texas Heavyweight Championship. That was supposed to be MY BELT. You took that away from me. I blame you for that. I blame you for everything. Now I have my sights set for one man, and one man only. Andrew, I am going to kill you. Not beat you, or have a competition with you, I am going to kill you. You destroyed my very fiber, and I am going to destroy your soul.
(Shot switches angles. This angles show a huge hole in the wall, and a broken mirror)
What about the other two guys in the match. Andy Lionheart, who, even if he can't quite get the memo that he sucks as a wrestler, and he sucks as a human being, can't win a match despite useless advice from Silvus. How about Dreadlock? He's nothing but an Emo Kid wannabe. He wishes he were as psycho, and nutzo as I am. That's all I really have to say about that.
(Shot switches back to the original angle)
Andy Lionheart, and Dreadlock can do all they want, but Andrew Smith is mine. I will destroy him and his very fabric of life. Andrew, I'm going to make goddamn sure that you don't get up. I'm going to make sure that life leaves your body/ At Guys Night Out, Emo Kid Will Reign Supreme.
(Emo Kid, with the same destuctive look, scowls and seethes, as cameras fade to black)
